Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Abbottabad

Abbottabad is my native city also known as city of schools and city of pines all over the Pakistan and the city is located in the North-West Frontier Province of Pakistan and is the third-largest city in the province after Peshawar and Mardan. Major James Abbott wrote a beautiful poem about Abbottabad.

I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show

To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave our perhaps on a sunny noon

Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart

View of Abbottabad

View of Abbottabad




 
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